#my elden is RUNG

[runeofgold]

Radagon whimpers as she takes his cock into her hands. When she first entered the room, it was limp. But as Dany closed the distance between them, it started perking up. Radagon couldn't help it, he's desperate for this sort of attention.

Pulling at his plumpy lower lip made him whine, the sharp teeth only add to it. In the dim candle light, he can see her expression, and he's like melted butter in her grasp. He speaks with a confident little smile.

"Why, my selfish goal of the night was to fuck mineself.. But since thou is here, I'll gladly take thee up on thy second offer.."

His leg twitches as her hand caresses the soft skin of his thigh. Surprising, given who he was. But who's to say he's suppose to fit a certain criteria? Lord Radagon can desire as he wishes, anything he wanted he can have.. Yes?

Marika couldn't give to him what he desired. She's selfish, and only takes from him what she wants, while he gains nothing in return. It's been some time, of meeting his primal desires.

A soft panting starts up from him as the finger inside himself is given rhythm. A sweet, desperate little look crosses his features. Elegant, clearly blessed by the comos for how heavenly he looks. Pleading with his eyes, golden hues half lidded with desires, swim with many profound feelings. But there are no thoughts in his red head, nothing beyond his current wants.

"Oh please-.. Mistress.. Mistress Dany.. I need thee.. In me.. I just need something in me.."

One could say his begging is pathetic, but in truth, it's something he became accustomed to, thanks to Rennala. She really drilled the want to be a good boy in his head. And so here he is- willing to he oh, so good for Dany.

Radagon truly is putty, beneath her draconic fingertips. He's so submissive, so willing to give her anything she desires of him. His eyes look off to where he left his personal false cock, and looks back to her.

"If thou wishes... One may use what I already have.. Just for the time being.. Till the true fun begins~.."

His free hand kneads into the sheets, balling up the thin fabric in his hand as he grips it. Later, he knows he'll be biting those sheets. Probably..

Bottom Radagon Open starter 😏

Welcome to the open Bottom! Radagon starter! Only one may claim this starter! For my sake :,)

So, anyone is welcome to dom Radagon! He's very willing to take anything given to him.. He'll guide your character, whoever it may be, through the process if they are shy ;)

You can be a canon character, or your own! No incest, please. Radagon will remain submissive throughout the whole roleplay. So he won't switch, im sorry to disappoint. But for the more dominant crowd, do as you will with him! Make him a mess, treat him soft an gentle.. Anything 😏

You can either send me a DM to claim, or reblog and claim! First come first serve, ya dig? And don't worry! I may open another slot so someone else can get the chance to fuck Radagon's brains out! But for now, we will start with one person.

Enjoy! And remember.. Have fun with him~

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What Elden Lord Radagon does in private, is unknown. He keeps to himself, he doesn't share secrets. Especially his own.. Like Marika, their time alone completely is sacred.

Radagon prefers being away from his other half, in his own privacy. He felt he could be free to do as he pleased, for just a little while. So what does he do?

Well, he opens up a special locked drawer of his dresser, regal as all of Leyndell was, and pulls out a special gift to him, from a time long passed now.

He bites his lower lip as he handles it.. It's cold, and decently sized. What is it, you may ask! Well, to put it crudely, it's a dildo. Carved from a beautiful stone which glimmered in the light, and reflected beautiful colors at the right angle.. But he didn't pull it out to look at it.

"Old friend... I request thy service once again..."

He says, to the inanimate object. Radagon excitedly prepared for his evening plan, supposed to be unbothered by any. So, his door is left unlocked. The second Elden Lord happily discards all his royal and regal clothes, becoming nude completely.

He slips on his sleep robe, decorated with golden runes, stars, and constellations a plenty. It's soft, and sleek. From behind, the robe certainly gives away the Lord's nudity. He gazes at the mirror a moment, to sneak a peek at himself.

Radagon smiles, and pretends to be bashful, hiding his form behind the excess of fabric his open robe has. He chuckles to himself, before he goes into his chest of personal belongings.

A glass bottle filled with his own personal concoction.. Filled with a giddy excitement, Radagon hurried around the room to blow out what candles helped light the room greatly. He only needs to see so much for what he's about to do.

So soon after the room has vastly dimmed, he gets onto the bed, and begins his little ritual for such an event. On his knees, the so soft fabric blesses his knees with it's gentle, cool touch. Radagon excitedly traces the false cock in his hands. So solid.. So heavy.

He sets it aside, to unscrew the metal cap on the glass bottle. Oh, he's certainly going to make a mess.. But who says things cannot be washed?

Radagon's breathing gets faster, harder as he gets ever closer to his want. He swallows in excitement, as he pours the liquid onto his fingers. It's a clear liquid, but it's far from watery. It's thick, and looks a tad like some sort of monster slime. But it's an organic lubricant.

Radagon's golden eyes watch as the liquid coats his skin. Pupils dilated as he then sits back, in the middle of the bed, and spreads his legs.

He's too eager to begin so soon, and he knows this. Have patience... The red haired Radagon sneaks his lubricated hand between his legs, past his flaccid cock, to his ring. And no.. There are no rings on his fingers.

Radagon gnaws his lower lip, as he begins to tease himself. Pressing against himself, tracing what lies hidden beyond the red forest.. His breath hitches, as his lubricated fingers slowly enter, working himself open as paitent as he can be.

A sweet, delicate moan leaves him as a finger slips into himself. He can feel his insides, warm, and inviting.. Too bad there won't be another body to warm the bed with him.. But he can work with thism

Or.. Will there be another?

Just as Radagon starts to move his finger within himself, his door opens. His eyes shoot wide and he gasps, he cannot cover himself in time for his.. Very unexpected guest.

The moment of panic had Radagon red faced, and ashamed.. But then he seen who it was.

A bashful smile makes its way unto Radagon's lips, and he looks to his guest.

"Oh... It's thou.."

His smile widens, and his eyes lid halfway.

"How about one such as thineself lend's me a hand.. Hm? Pretty please.. With a cherry on top?.. I can only beg thee so much.."

And with that statement, Radagon eases himself.

Do you like what you see? Your free to use him how you will, as you wish.. He's at your mercy.

[splatsvilles-fashionista]

played any fashionable games lately? besides splatoon i mean.

I've primarily been rotating between Splatoon, Deep Rock Galactic, and Elden Ring in the last couple of weeks, though in the case of the latter I did recently wrap up my second playthrough of the DLC and is taking a bit of a break from it because the final boss is exhausting, and not in a fun way. It inspired me to replay Sekiro for the first time since 2020.

But to actually answer the question I think the most fashionable game I've been playing is a tabletop-inspired roleplaying game called Citizen Sleeper. You play as an android with an emulated human mind who has just escaped their corporate "owners" and set about trying to build a life on a large circular space station known as the Eye. It's a pretty dystopian, but ultimately hopeful narrative, less interested in the suffering caused by the cruel capitalist systems it depicts than the strength and solidarity of the common folk living within them.

And it has some really good sci-fi fashion, too. It leans really hard into the synthetic materials and heavy work uniforms necessary for people doing manual labour in maybe the harshest environment imaginable (space). The outfits are well-worn, patched, and personalized, except when they're not, immediately marking the people wearing them as someone on a different rung of the economic ladder. It's all around just very very good at using its fashion to tell you things about the people wearing it, and I think that is always just wonderful.

I could go through literally every single outfit in the game and talk about the things I like about them individually, but instead I'll just show a couple of my favourites here. Definitively check out Citizen Sleeper if it sounds interesting, it's really excellent and the soundtrack is just lovely.

[nita-nebula]

TRULY. The Elden Has Rung.

It's Elden Tuesday once again... I think we will get to do the Frenzied Flame stuff today!

Starts at 5pm PST/8pm EST as usual :3

[crazy-form]

omg in my playthru of ds1 right now i just rung the second bell and did i think the next two/three bosses after that but now i'm stuck again TT i would say that imo… having played all of them except demon souls.. perhaps a bit controversial!!! but i personally found dark souls 3 and elden ring to be the easiest! mostly in terms of like, most user friendly esp towards new players! 3 was the first one i actually finished finished, then i played bloodborne and i really love it sm that one is my fave and i think that one can be a bit easier if you like playing at a faster pace? if that makes sense? it's def more fast paced! but the hardest ones for me have been ds2 bc the mechanics are soo so different and then sekiro was a really steep learning curve for me!!

i've seen lots of rumors and theories going around that the dlc could be something like miq's dreamworld in his egg thingy and that godwyn could be involved SO im hopeful 👁️👁️

im doing a faith+elden beast greatsword run in my ng+ now to mix things up but im honestly a big big fan of the dex+arc builds hehe my first playthru i did rivers of blood!! i played like right on release so i didn't deal with all the patching and enemy scaling so when i did it, the weapon was a lot less op imo i dont know why they even patched it to begin with kkfddfkd but i really wanna try a moonveil playthru then i THINK i wanna try using a halberd bc i always have so much fun with those after i do my faith run but like you said the holy damage sucks so bad in this game that i'm not sure if i'll be able to stick to my plans 😭

it's funny bc in each game there's always one thing that kinda sucks… like in ds3 the bleed damage is like ULTRA trash bc they patched it to be worse but ds1 tbh has a good balance? i'm currently using a morningstar for bleed buildup in my playthru of that one and it's been going well for me so far!

no i agree with you!! especially elden ring really is very beginner friendly!! and i think that's kinda what fromsoft aimed for with this game 🥰 i have yet to play ds3 tho... and ALSO i have heard a lot of bad things about ds2... i try avoiding spoilers as much as i can, including game mechanics and such but even the little i heard about the game, i can confidently say i'm terrified of playing it 🧡

ohhh that's fun though!! yeah sorry to say dex+arc builds are easy mode sdjafkhlasdjfh but i respect it!!! seriously!! it feels higher paced and it's a nice change from strength builds! but personally i prefer feeling like i didn't cheese the boss with frost + bleed + god knows what else jdfhljdsaf i do that when helping someone kill a boss though jsdfhasjdfh can you believe i never in my life touched moonveil... i feel like i should have at LEAST tried it but... yeah... but i can only recommend using halberds!! the golden one from the limgrave tree sentinel is especially fun! and holy damage sucks but honestly unless you're on ng+3 or higher it doesn't make that much of a difference 🥰 i went for a holy build on ng+4... regrets......... so many regrets......... all the late game bosses have 80 resistance to it..... sdjfhsjdfhs

oh yeah i used morning star in ds1!! then i found claymore oops. but i'm definitely taking notes for when i play ds1 again 👀 but i love my claymore so much sjkafhljksfh

[mannishboywrites]

What the hell is going on?

The internet has been pissing me off lately. It seems like it's impossible to log into my Twitter account (fuck off, Elon, I'm not calling it X) to say "ratio+L+get gud" to a journalist without being shown some blue-check misogynist with a marble bust avatar telling me that I must save my sons from the degenerating forces of public school, Netflix, and indoor plumbing. I can't open Instagram without seeing a LinkedIn evangelist telling me that the only way to success is to start your day with a five mile run at 3am and block off two hours before lunch for something called "deep work" in between liquid meals that will run you $50/day. I just wanted to watch videos of some guy showing me how to play "Supernaut" by Black Sabbath on the bass. Instead of three hour video essays about one specific armor piece in Dark Souls 2, YouTube wants me to watch two guys with questionable hairlines sit in a studio and debate how high a woman's body count can be before she has been gone from NPC to refuse in their eyes.

It may sound like I'm complaining about The Almighty Algorithm, but I really hate the idea of being that boring. As someone who has a working understanding of Marxian social theory, I promise that I will be more annoying than dull. As such, what has really been fueling my consternation has been the feeling that nobody really knows why they're doing what they're doing, nobody knows where they are going, and everything feels like an artifice. Other people are not people in the way you are, they're obstacles, foils, marks, rungs on a ladder, predators, or prey. Seeing them as anything other than an object with a use value at least and ideally an exchange value is a sign of weakness best avoided.

If you've spent even a second on the internet, you've certainly seen the various hacks that people smarter, sexier, richer, and more skilled than you have to offer, all for the low price of a Patreon subscription. It's not a get rich quick scheme, it's an optimization method. It's not how to make friends and influence people, it's how to become an Influencer with a powerful Brand. You're not having a crisis of identity, you're just a Beta in need of some guidance on how to develop the Sigma grindset. You have so much to learn, and a bald man with HGH gut can probably teach you.

Until I forget or lose interest because I started another character in Elden Ring, I'll be exploring the various ailments of what Marx would call alienation and how they manifest on social media in the form of content (another concept I'll probably talk about because I hate it so much) designed to be consumed, regurgitated, and consumed again in a cycle that not only radicalizes the viewer, but the creator themselves. In post-industrial capitalist society within the Imperial core, people have lost the concept of class as a scientific term. We don't share spaces with people we don't already think we'll get along with, we don't bond over things that aren't commodities, and we don't have relationships that aren't transactions. When you've been steeped in that brew from birth (usually sometime in the Reagan administration or after), it's not hard to see why Andrew Tate isn't rejected as a psychopathic cancer to a civilized society or why Jordan Peterson's vapid, half-baked Jungianism can't be laughed off as the mumblings of a charlatan. The fact is, people are desperately looking for something that just isn't there, and when they aren't armed with a truly social set of ethics or basic media literacy, anybody with any confidence or semblance of authority will do as a surrogate role model.

I can't say this blog is going to be well-planned or even well-sourced all the time. Hell, I'm not even sure how long I'll keep up with it. Hopefully, I'll get some of you thinking about how dangerous it can be to distance yourself from your fellow people. At the very least, we'll get to gawk at some real freaks. That's what the internet should be for, I think.

[the-scungles-of-crungles]

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Have agood one homeslice I'm. Contemplating if the . Gaming............ Elden runge

Coukd I possibley do that? With my limited gamind skills gould I gon win th game to be like, how a always poeople saying they can't beat the bossssses. But teyre aalwys like proffessioonnal gamers fuded but me? I've never played a dark souls type game in my life but I'm willing to suffer for a reason I can control y'know

[minas-writing]

Character Tuesday - Mercy

I guess this is a few themes late, but seeing as @homesteadchronicles rb’d the Moodboard for this and gave me some encouragement, I finished it. :) I had more planned but sometimes less is more. I’m in a bit of a creative slump right now so this was nice. Hiding behind a read more because it’s long-ish and I actually have a computer now

World: Into Technology

Length: 1.3k words

The kid looked up. Elden scowled and bit back a curse. He’d thought that he moved along silently enough that nobody could hear him. But the kid’s eyes cut through the darkness and landed right on him. They narrowed.

Elden held still, hoping that the shadows of the underside would hide him. He thought he had a decent chance - the underside was filled with crisscrossing pipes and wires and infrastructure that hadn’t exactly been well-planned. The kid and Elden were separated by a lattice of metal and plastic. Not exactly prime visibility down here.

Elden held his breath as the kid leaned forward on his haunches, peering into the shadows. He felt his heart pounding beneath his sweatshirt, making the strings over his chest quiver the tiniest amount. A neon light to his right burned, and it could block the kid’s vision or make Elden all the more obvious. Either way, Elden wasn’t about to move.

The kid leaned too far. His arms shot out, pinwheeling, but he fell off his perch. Elden winced. The underside lacked solid flooring, for the most part, though people who lived here sometimes bolted in sheets of metal or wood where they could. This wasn’t one of those places.

The good news was that the kid didn’t fall too far, just a few feet. The bad news was that his leg got caught as he fell, and Elden heard the bone creaking. He half-stood before he realized what he was doing. To his credit, the kid didn’t cry out, but his breathing hitched and came faster.

This was Elden’s chance to leave. He bet that the kid was too distracted to notice if Elden was there or not. He turned to go.

The kid let out a high pitched keening noise, not quite a scream, but not quite a sob, either. He shifted, trying to lift himself up, but gave up after half a second.

“Hey, Renna?” the kid said, tears evident in his voice. “I’m kinda stuck.” Elden paused. Help would be coming. The kid was fine.

“How long?”

Elden’s eyes flicked between the kid, who was laying in a pool of soft light, and his escape route. The sounds of distress wormed into Elden’s brain, making his brain remember things that he really didn’t want to remember. He knew all too well the desperate struggle of keeping sounds in. He didn’t count himself a friend of pain, not by a long shot, but they were acquainted. Elden hated it. Flames danced in his periphery. Elden had escaped that, just a few days ago; could he really allow someone else to suffer when he could help? The kid’s friend was apparently a few minutes out, at least. More than enough time.

Fine, he told himself. Fine, fine, fine.

Before he could change his mind, Elden abandoned the path further into the darkness. He tugged his hood further over his face and picked out a route between him and the blond kid, climbing over clusters of wire and between pipes. The underside was haphazard, and one missed foothold could send you falling, potentially the entire way to the surface. Elden chose his steps carefully, making it to the bolted-on sheet of scrap metal that the kid had fallen to.

The kid looked up at Elden with confusion, rather than the surprise he’d expected. Elden didn’t say anything. This job would be fast, and he’d never see the kid again. Fine with him.

Elden crouched next to the fallen kid, noting the twist of his leg and how it had fallen. He felt the kid’s eyes on him, but avoided looking at his face as he carefully turned and lifted the leg out of the crevice it had been rammed in. The kid flinched. Elden kept his hands steady and lowered the leg, though he didn’t let go. He pushed the jean leg up to get a better look at the injury. Under his hands, the kid tensed.

With a grounding breath, Elden focused. The kid’s ankle looked swollen and discolored, typical for a stretched or torn ligament. He reached out with the weird sense, the one that wasn’t touch but felt /inside/ someone. If Elden had to describe it, he’d say that it felt like seeing and feeling the muscles and sinew and bones of someone, only he didn’t really see or feel it. He just knew it. Through that, Elden could tell that the kid had stretched his ankle’s ligament. Good thing, too, anything much worse and Elden wouldn’t be done soon enough.

He’d learned this by doing it on himself, so he knew the strange pins-and-needles sensation well. The kid seemed to understand that Elden wasn’t going to hurt him, so he took the weird feeling with only a little squirming. With that extra sense, Elden could move bits of someone back to where they were supposed to be. He didn’t know where the talent came from, only that it kicked in years ago without him thinking about it. Bruises cleared up and bones grew the way they were supposed to - he could feel his body moving around as it happened.

Wherever it came from, Elden certainly put it to good use. He hoped he wouldn’t have to often, though. Avoiding injury was much better than healing it.

The kid spoke when his ankle was almost done. His voice startled Elden out of his trance.

“You’re weird, too,” the kid said.

Elden blinked. “What?” Then he turned his head away from the kid and hoped that his face was too deep inside it to be seen.

“Weird,” repeated the kid, voice trembling but I afraid. “I can tell. You’re like us.”

Elden couldn’t pretend that the kid referenced something other than the supernatural ability to heal being exhibited at the moment. He had to loosen his throat consciously to speak.

“Us? You can heal?”

“No, but... uh...” A tinny, nearly inaudible sound came from the kid’s ear. After a brief glance, Elden determined that he wore some kind of communication device, and that his “friends” were talking to him. “They don’t want me to tell you much.”

Figured. Secrets were fine. Elden didn’t want to get involved, anyway.

“Okay.” Elden went back to focusing on the kid’s ankle. The process was nearly complete, and the kid would be as good as new.

“But Dami,” whined the kid a moment later, presumably to the someone in his ear, “we can trust him. I do!” Elden couldn’t make out the response.

“Fine. Do it your way.”

Panic rose in Elden’s chest at the simple statement. He didn’t know what it was, but something told him to get out of there. Luckily, the kid’s ankle was done. Elden released it as soon as he could, then jumped up, followed closely by the kid doing the same.

“Wanna meet my friends?” he said with a smile as he tested his healed ankle.

“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea,” responded Elden, turning to make a hasty escape. A convenient ladder was only a few feet away, leading somewhere that Elden hoped sane people wouldn’t follow. He didn’t want to think about what that implied for him.

“Try not to stress that ankle out for a few hours, at least,” he added, one hand on the ladder rung.

Then someone jumped him.

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[that-one-trooper]

Day 8

Game: ZeroRanger

Platform: Windows 11, Xbox Controller

I like bullet-hell shooters for the same reason I like FromSoft games. Carefully learning patterns, overcoming massive challenges, that moment of serenity when I perfectly dodge all of a boss’s attacks, accidentally falling off a cliff because I accidently ran over the wrong bit of world geometry... ok, not that last bit, but the point stands. The great part of a game is getting to the objective as efficiently as possible and against the odds, ridiculous as they may be. That said, I CHOSE to play through FromSoft games. Elden Ring was a commitment when I sat down to it and by golly did I finish it, but it took effort over my 100 hour run. And despite how epic Elden Ring is, I took a week long break from it at the 2/3 complete mark since my interest waned and the frustrations of difficulty outweighed the enjoyment I got out beating its challenges. This leads me into today’s bullet-hell shooter, ZeroRanger. The game is in line with the difficulty of others of its genre and I liked the controller support so my poor fingers could have a slightly easier time controlling. Time between runs was quick and mashing A could quickly get me back in the action between rungs. Enemy variety from the outset was sufficient for interest and forced me to constantly be on the move and learning the patters of the level to best dodge projectiles and return fire. The art scheme was a little tiring to look at since I often lost where my ship was and what was a friendly projectile and what wasn’t. Yet despite all these adequacies, I barely made it to the hour mark and won’t be continuing for the foreseeable future. That is no fault of the game, but my own interest just does not lie with the genre at present. An unexpected obstacle to this series, but a good reminder to mix up the genres I play to prevent having a poorer view due to inundation. The game is fine, I am just not inclined to it at present.

[thefirsteldenlord]

"Fie! Thee are no bastard!" Out of all things Godfrey could be caught up on, it was that. How dare his son self deprecate in front of him, the man who gave him noble warrior blood! He began to scold Morgott fully at this point now, much like how he would a child. "Thee are my son, and that makes thee a warrior. Thy mother has also given thee divinity, a power that makes you higher and stronger amongst all the rest. The Greater Will may see you as a blight, but they have highly underestimated thee!"

Chomp! Serosh takes a hard bite out of Godfrey's shoulder. A loud snarl coming out of the lion as bit down. It made Godfrey immediately stop what he was doing, but it wasn't enough to make him cease his blasphemy. He pulled out a small bell from his satchel. "Thee art dismissed, Serosh." The lion growled at him, baring his fangs. "Go!" He rang the bell, ordering the spirit lion to leave, and so it did, fading away in a puff of golden mist.

Godfrey turned his attention back to Morgott, now free to continue his blasphemy and show his more raw emotions.

"The crucible has blessed ye with a power that for eons before the Erdtree was considered a gift so highly. The crucible knights I have fought alongside during mine campaign against the giants wert the most powerful, courageous fighters. While the crucible gives beastly traits, they art generous and benevolent with giving strength, endurance, and long life to thy subjects." Boy, he could never say this while he was still Elden Lord. Marika would have whipped his hide, rung him, and left him out to dry. Being banished and becoming tarnished has surely made him more bold than before.

"Tis' all the Greater Will only grabbing for dominance over these lands. For they fear what thee art truly capable of."

@thefirsteldenlord

“… Do not twist my words… Father.”

There was a bitterness to his voice… A bite to his words, akin to how he spoke to those emboldened by that flame of ambition.